Yuan Xuan didn't say a word, just looked at him with a mocking expression.
It's as if he's stimulating and instigating Lu Xinglan to take you to kill him.
Lu Xinglan's sword did not go down a single point. The girl on the back stroked his chest armor with her fingertips.
Her voice was soft, like water flowing past his ear, "Young master, kill me."
It was very quiet.
It seems that life and death are nothing but picking flowers to hairpin.
Lu Xinglan stared at Yuan Xuan coldly for a long time.
The girl behind him also quietly hugged his waist with her fingers.
She said in a lazy voice, "He treats me well, don't kill him, it's all my fault."
Lu Xinglan's dark eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Will I treat you well?"
Bai Weiwei half-drooped her eyes and didn't answer, as if she was hesitating.
Both men froze immediately.
As if waiting for judgment.
But the girl just quietly leaned on Lu Xinglan's back, covered with the fragrance of flowers.
Finally, her voice sounded unusually soft, as if she sighed and said, "Let go of him and kill him. Your superior name is not right, and you need him to write you an edict of abdication."
Although everyone knew that Lu Xinglan rebelled.
The common people are also looking forward to the fall of the royal family.
Let Lu Xinglan take over.
But if there is a set of procedures for abdicating, at least Lu Xinglan will make a wrong decision when he ascends in the future.
Not to be blamed for the crime of seizing the throne and rebelling.
Especially in places like the South.
What is more needed is such a set of hypocritical and just procedures.
The girl spoke softly and thought about everything clearly.
"He can't die, and you can't take me out like this. You used the propaganda of punishing the royal family to tell the world that you have a last resort reason for rebelling, not for me."
Lu Xinglan's dark eyes showed a trace of cruelty, and his cold voice finally became intense, "I'm here for you."
This country, he used to step foot.
And after stepping, just to reach her.
Bai Weiwei was silent for a while, but suddenly let go of his waist, then took a few steps back, then turned gently, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to wipe the blood and rain on his face.
Lu Xinglan was taken aback.
But did not escape.
The girl's handkerchief smelled so good, it all smelled of flowers.
She loves flowers.
He knows.
Lu Xinglan's fingers trembled, and the long sword hesitated to cut Yuan Xuan's neck.
He doesn't care about fame.
He didn't care about being scolded, but only for the sake of a woman to cause chaos in the world, rebelling and seizing the throne.
Lu Xinglan's eyes were a little red, and the bloodshot in his eyes became more obvious.
He even felt wronged, although he tried his best to suppress this cowardly emotion.
But when she saw her gently wiping his face, the grievance couldn't stop.
"Yuan Xuan is not a good bastard, why do you like him."
Bai Weiwei's expression was gentle, and after wiping his face meticulously, she bent over again, her fingers lightly resting on the back of his hand.
His fingers were extremely tense because he was too hesitant.
Instead, use too much force.
The back of his hand is the long sword that kills countless people.
The girl didn't seem to see it at all. Like the bloodstains on the sword that cannot be washed away by rain, he lowered his eyes gently, and wiped the bloodstains on the back of his hand with a handkerchief.
She still looks like the little maid in his house.
Guard him with the most gentle attitude, adore him, and worship him.
Lu Xinglan pursed his lips, his nose was a little sour, and his voice trembled, "You betrayed me, and you still want to die like this?"